“Don’t choke and die on me now, Rose Weasley,” I frantically tell her. “I need you right now.”

She coughs a few times more and then sets down her hands. “First off, why are you calling me by my full name?”

I stare, speechless. Of all the things to address right now, like James coming back, James telling me he loves me, Albus Potter seeking revenge, Rose Weasley addresses what I call her.

I wince and slowly turn my head around, and sure enough, there’s Albus Potter, with his face plastered to the window, eyes squinted, trying to look in. Of course, he can’t really see anything, as that’s how the windows are made for all girl’s dormitories.

I sigh and get up to open the window. He’s taken aback for a second when he sees me, but it’s only for that second. Then he smirks at me and says, “I came up with another idea.”